Oops...forgot to post this one...enjoy, math nerds!
Today is Friday, April 25th. I have successfully avoided law school for the last week and a half, busying myself with a trip to Mexico and finding anything I could sell in Mere's garage sale. Why is it that when I have the most to do school-wise, I focus on everything else?
In the next two weeks, I must write 2 20-page papers, complete a group project, write a mission statement (channeling Jerry McGuire), take an exam on how professionally responsible I am (I have been to two classes this semester), and complete a take home exam on International Business Regulations....what a joke.
Instead, I am spending my time organizing my gmail inbox, writing a blog, trying to figure out how to organize thousands of family photos, etc. Oh and lets not forget Twitter, Facebook, Scrabulous, Perez Hilton, Drudge, Neiman Marcus.com and all the other myriad sites I frequent each day in order to prolong the inevitable...
But this may be the worst...I have just unsuccessfully tried to complete this simple math problem 3 times until I finally got the answer...thats pathetic. And I don't think a JD is going to help me be smarter than a fifth grader on this one...take a crack people...
The challenge is on - can you open the spreadsheet?
This is a real 5th grade math problem. If you can open the spreadsheet,
you'll see that only a small list of people (older than 5th graders)
have gotten the correct answer. This is not a trick question.
This is a real math problem so don't say that a bus has no legs.
There are 7 girls in a bus. Each girl has 7 backpacks. In each backpack,
there are 7 big cats. For every big cat, there are 7 little cats.
Question: How many legs are there in the bus? (excluding Bus Driver)
Post your answers in the comment section...and the winner receives a special, super-duper prize....and no people, the answer is not 70.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
2 - 7 - 7 - 5
Ash: would u not like to be on top of the world with our legs hanging freeeeeeee
I am going to be living in the mountains, camping and loving life, and planning these trips and i just love it.
Ash: the thing is that people like u and i will never be satisfied with the vanilla, the plain, the mundane...
i want to climb the Seven SummitsMere: This is what I do. This is just who I am. I can never be status quo or avaerage. I thrive on the edge....its like a compulsion, or a hunger that i try to ignore and feed little bits, but in the end always prevails and I must feast.
i want to take a NOLS mountaineering course
then climb kili next summer (or reverse order those bc dont need it)
then need aconcagua
denali
elbrus
cartenz pyramid
the one in antartica
and then stand on top of the world
Joan, you have failed me. I sat your chair one day and went through this whole thing about how i didn't want to climb everest anymore, and that phase of my life was done....
Lies, all lies.
I am going to be living in the mountains, camping and loving life, and planning these trips and i just love it.
LOVE IT - love the edge.I say we save the big E for last, and climb it with respect and grace when we are 40. we will need at least 13 years experience to prepare...you only get 12, you old fart.
I cant understand how i can love something that i actually try to hate and ignore
Ash: the thing is that people like u and i will never be satisfied with the vanilla, the plain, the mundane...
we must have these adventures and make these crazy, impulsive decisions or some part of our being will be denied and we will eventually blow up and break free...it is our nature, my friend.
two best friends, 7 continents,
7 summits, 5 years
7 summits, 5 years
Squeaky Chairs and Soup
This morning I was supposed to wake up at 7:30, work out, work on an outline, get a paper together for my group, eat something and get to school early. Instead I snoozed for 3 hours, got up, got food, and am now in Natural Resource Law, utterly unprepared.
The beauty of the last week of school is that no one is prepared, so the awkward silences after the prof asks a question are many.
I sit here focusing on my soup and eating very small bites as not to finish it too soon.
This morning is a metaphor for the whole of my law school experience.
Oh wait, I'm starting to sound like Mere, like someone who is done with law school and graduating in a few weeks.
No my friends, no, I will be here another 14 days plus one year. Sitting in these squeaky chairs and focusing on my soup.
The beauty of the last week of school is that no one is prepared, so the awkward silences after the prof asks a question are many.
I sit here focusing on my soup and eating very small bites as not to finish it too soon.
This morning is a metaphor for the whole of my law school experience.
Oh wait, I'm starting to sound like Mere, like someone who is done with law school and graduating in a few weeks.
No my friends, no, I will be here another 14 days plus one year. Sitting in these squeaky chairs and focusing on my soup.
Monday, April 28, 2008
At the Core
I believe that a heartbeat is emotional, especially next to mine.
Perspective is there for the taking.
I believe in re-crafting songs. The best part of waking up is going back to bed.
I believe that the 1975 Saturday Night Live cast was supreme for one reason: Chevy Chase.
I believe Wickard was fundamentally wrong and history is brimming with ignored lessons. There is a bumper sticker for everyone.
It all comes down to a choice and with your choice comes a voice.
Trees really are better than Bushes.
I believe the coin misleads the quan.
Grey is certainly the liveliest color.
That Sex has no place in marriage.
I believe trekking up the West Basin Ridge opens more than your lungs.
I believe in the delicious indulgence of all 31 flavors
and Shell Silverstein truly knew How High is high.
I believe in taking it to the grave.
Perspective is there for the taking.
I believe in re-crafting songs. The best part of waking up is going back to bed.
I believe that the 1975 Saturday Night Live cast was supreme for one reason: Chevy Chase.
I believe Wickard was fundamentally wrong and history is brimming with ignored lessons. There is a bumper sticker for everyone.
It all comes down to a choice and with your choice comes a voice.
Trees really are better than Bushes.
I believe the coin misleads the quan.
Grey is certainly the liveliest color.
That Sex has no place in marriage.
I believe trekking up the West Basin Ridge opens more than your lungs.
I believe the Recco squawkSocial norms have no place in a fucking vocabulary.
sounds the gate
leading my Lines to a
blurry whitewash fishtail
of undeniable peace.
I believe in the delicious indulgence of all 31 flavors
and Shell Silverstein truly knew How High is high.
I believe in taking it to the grave.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Full Steam Behind
During class today - the last law school class I will ever take - I sank into my usual seat, drowning out the less-than-thrilling evidence problem under review, and began my routine of mad internet browsing, Scrabulous turns, and generally thinking about anything else BUT evidence. Mastering the art of pretend note-taking is not an easy endeavor. To be convincing, one must be actively page turning, prepared for cold calling, and naturally, the occasional head nod or pondering glare away from the professor's eyes. So after three full years of training and mastering the art of doing the least amount of work for the highest GPA possible, it is completely natural that during the FINALE today I start to think about what I really learned in law school.
Maybe better if I tell you what I didn't learn: Property, Criminal Law, Income Tax, Evidence, Contracts, Sale of Goods, Oil and Gas. Some of the other traditional first year courses I actually took interest in, so they can't be chucked in with the mind-numbing topics listed above. I did love Constitutional law, fitting for a liberal activist. Immigration law was a tandum to the substantive and procedural due process stuff - so that wasn't too bad.
Aside from this school mumbo gumbo - I did learn about the trials and tribulations life has to offer: marriage, depression, death, health scares...you name it, it's included in the price of a law school education.
You should be asking yourself about now, WHY? Why would anyone do this? Easy answer, they really like law (there are some of those freaks out there). More realistic answer, money. The true American dream. You make the grades, you make the bucks. It's that simple. Most common answer, I didn't know what else to do, and I HAD to do something. Not just something, Something reputable, something you can write home about and your mom can brag to all the other ladies who lunch. Not for the wow effect, as some may think, but for the anti-wow, the general nod of acceptance from anyone you run into at cocktail parties, friend or foe. For the sheer fact that you are getting a degree that is socially acceptable.
Welcome to The Twenty-Something Trap.
Maybe better if I tell you what I didn't learn: Property, Criminal Law, Income Tax, Evidence, Contracts, Sale of Goods, Oil and Gas. Some of the other traditional first year courses I actually took interest in, so they can't be chucked in with the mind-numbing topics listed above. I did love Constitutional law, fitting for a liberal activist. Immigration law was a tandum to the substantive and procedural due process stuff - so that wasn't too bad.
Aside from this school mumbo gumbo - I did learn about the trials and tribulations life has to offer: marriage, depression, death, health scares...you name it, it's included in the price of a law school education.
You should be asking yourself about now, WHY? Why would anyone do this? Easy answer, they really like law (there are some of those freaks out there). More realistic answer, money. The true American dream. You make the grades, you make the bucks. It's that simple. Most common answer, I didn't know what else to do, and I HAD to do something. Not just something, Something reputable, something you can write home about and your mom can brag to all the other ladies who lunch. Not for the wow effect, as some may think, but for the anti-wow, the general nod of acceptance from anyone you run into at cocktail parties, friend or foe. For the sheer fact that you are getting a degree that is socially acceptable.
Welcome to The Twenty-Something Trap.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Testing out the blog
Thanks to Mrs. Hunter for this one...
There is a place I call my own
Where I can stand by the sea,
And look beyond the things I've known ,
And dream that I might be free.
Like the bird above the trees
Gliding gently on the breeze,
I wish that all my life I'd be
Without a care and flying free!
But life is not a distant sky
Without a cloud, without rain.
And I can never hope that I
Can travel on without pain
Time goes swiftly on its way,
All too soon we've lost today.
I cannot wait for skies of blue
Or dream so long that life is through.
So life's a song that I must sing,
A gift of love I must share .
And when I see the joy it brings,
My spirits soar through the air.
Like that bird up in the sky ,
Life has taught me how to fly.
For now I know what I can be
And now my heart is flying free!
There is a place I call my own
Where I can stand by the sea,
And look beyond the things I've known ,
And dream that I might be free.
Like the bird above the trees
Gliding gently on the breeze,
I wish that all my life I'd be
Without a care and flying free!
But life is not a distant sky
Without a cloud, without rain.
And I can never hope that I
Can travel on without pain
Time goes swiftly on its way,
All too soon we've lost today.
I cannot wait for skies of blue
Or dream so long that life is through.
So life's a song that I must sing,
A gift of love I must share .
And when I see the joy it brings,
My spirits soar through the air.
Like that bird up in the sky ,
Life has taught me how to fly.
For now I know what I can be
And now my heart is flying free!
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